Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Tharivol was born with his mother's beautiful face. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He wears black trousers with brown and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is red and curly. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Map Maker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Map Maker work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Map Maker.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Map Maker responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears dull black sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed axe, just in case. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. After coming to the age of reason, Ivellios took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1200 gp. Peridot (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears baggy blue pantaloons and a white scarf, marred by sweets. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Riardon hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears tattered old clothes. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Paelias is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 80000 cp.